Seeing his mate sitting on his couch in his office made Alpha Abrahms’ wolf howl in delight. How could he resist sitting next to her? How he wishes he could just caress her face and tell her that she was more beautiful than he could have ever hoped for. But his mind echoed with the words she ended their last meeting with, and that’s when he decided wine may be needed. They needed to talk, to see why she was refusing their bond. He needed to know what was keeping her back.
As his question rings in the air, she doesn’t reply. Instead, her eyes move from his down to where his hand is holding her arm. He immediately lets go, the instinctual fear of her running away having been what drove him to grab her. “Do you have a boyfriend? Are you promised to another?” His heart pounds with his wolf’s
